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To the Chief Musician. Set the 'The Lilies.' A Psalm of David. Save me, O God! For the waters have come up to my neck.
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I sink in deep mire, Where there is no standing; I have come into deep waters, Where the floods overflow me.
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I am weary with my crying; My throat is dry; My eyes fail while I wait for my God.
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Those who hate me without a cause Are more than the hairs of my head; They are mighty who would destroy me, Being my enemies wrongfully; Though I have stolen nothing, I still must restore it.
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O God, You know my foolishness; And my sins are not hidden from You.
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Let not those who wait for You, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed because of me; Let not those who seek You be confounded because of me, O God of Israel.
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Because for Your sake I have borne reproach; Shame has covered my face.
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I have become a stranger to my brothers, And an alien to my mother's children;
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Because zeal for Your house has eaten me up, And the reproaches of those who reproach You have fallen on me.
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When I wept and chastened my soul with fasting, That became my reproach.
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I also made sackcloth my garment; I became a byword to them.
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Those who sit in the gate speak against me, And I am the song of the drunkards.
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But as for me, my prayer is to You, O Lord, in the acceptable time; O God, in the multitude of Your mercy, Hear me in the truth of Your salvation.
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Deliver me out of the mire, And let me not sink; Let me be delivered from those who hate me, And out of the deep waters.
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Let not the floodwater overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up; And let not the pit shut its mouth on me.
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Hear me, O Lord, for Your lovingkindness is good; Turn to me according to the multitude of Your tender mercies.
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And do not hide Your face from Your servant, For I am in trouble; Hear me speedily.
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Draw near to my soul, and redeem it; Deliver me because of my enemies.
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You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor; My adversaries are all before You.
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Reproach has broken my heart, And I am full of heaviness; I looked for someone to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.
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They also gave me gall for my food, And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
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Let their table become a snare before them, And their well-being a trap.